Orange Rhymes

Product Notes

Manic Diffusion is simply defined by their spontaneous style of songwriting and excessive enthusiasm to spread their music among the masses. In other words, they're here to rock your socks off. Santino, a visionary among men and part-time inspirational ninja, drops the attitude-heavy bass line that defines their funky sound. Watch out for his angry pissed-off look when he's slapping away.. and for the wood chips flying off his bass. Next up is the mad scientist, Eliot, the sharp edge in the group. Carving out vast swaths of sonic territory, he electrifies the audience with his mind-blowing riff powers and routinely melts faces with his transdimensional guitar solos. Then there's the highly uninspired, semi-law abiding drummer, Eric, who is literally a flame-breathing stick monster. Born to bring down the man, Eric once sailed to San Diego on Chicago's "Green River" despite flocks of drunken naysayers. Finally, the manbro with the microphone, and quite possibly the one singing, is James. Made from barley and licorice root, he knows that his head will never get too big because it's physically impossible. His lyrics symbolize a fretless and job-free lifestyle and are meant to be heard by all. So lend your ears and they'll be returned with a brand new sound. Manic Diffusion. Enjoy...

Manic Diffusion is simply defined by their spontaneous style of songwriting and excessive enthusiasm to spread their music among the masses. In other words, they're here to rock your socks off. Santino, a visionary among men and part-time inspirational ninja, drops the attitude-heavy bass line that defines their funky sound. Watch out for his angry pissed-off look when he's slapping away.. and for the wood chips flying off his bass. Next up is the mad scientist, Eliot, the sharp edge in the group. Carving out vast swaths of sonic territory, he electrifies the audience with his mind-blowing riff powers and routinely melts faces with his transdimensional guitar solos. Then there's the highly uninspired, semi-law abiding drummer, Eric, who is literally a flame-breathing stick monster. Born to bring down the man, Eric once sailed to San Diego on Chicago's "Green River" despite flocks of drunken naysayers. Finally, the manbro with the microphone, and quite possibly the one singing, is James. Made from barley and licorice root, he knows that his head will never get too big because it's physically impossible. His lyrics symbolize a fretless and job-free lifestyle and are meant to be heard by all. So lend your ears and they'll be returned with a brand new sound. Manic Diffusion. Enjoy...